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Hello, this is Paul Chowder welcoming you to Chowder s Bowl of Poetry And I m you host, Paul Chowder, and this is Chowder s Plumfest of Poems Hello, and Welcome to Paul Chowder Poetry Hour I m your host and confidant, Paul Chowder, and I d like to welcome you to Chowder s Flying Spoon of Rhyme And this is Chowder s Poetry Cheatsheet, and I m your host, Paul Chowder, from hell and gone, welcoming you to Chowder s Thimblesquirt of Verse Who s afraid of poetry Probably most of us who where forced to learn verses by rote in school and later had to come up with something interesting and pertinent to write in an essay for our exams Worry no , Paul Chowder is here to explain it all to us in a spicy and unconventional format Paul is extremely funny, which helps the reader along just nicely through what would otherwise be a fairly dry and technical presentation He s the ringmaster of a new circus act, taming the jungle of rhyme and meter for us, an investigative jurnalist of the yellow press looking for the dirty bits hiding under the laurel crowns, an exposeur of the tricks and tricks of the magicians who lure us in with their romantic imagery and heroic odes A whistleblower, an inside trader for rare lyrical gems and for the rising stocks of new artists on the Parnassus firmamentHello, this is Paul Chowder, and I m going to tell you everything I know Well, not everything I know, because a lot of what I know, you know But everything I know about poetry All my tips and tricks and woes and worries are going to come tumbling out before you I m going to divulge them What a juicy word that is, divulge Truth opening its petals Truth smells like Chinese food and sweat Paul Chodwer has both an angel and a devil sitting on his shoulders as he pens this stream of conscience novel that is actually a comprehensive study of poetry and poets through the ages He is himself a poet, so the study is as much about himself as it is about the other numerous names he studies here One of the first questions put forward is what exactly is an anthologist, and how do you become one Tricky I imagine an editor putting an ad in a newspaper Must Love to Rhyme , but I also imagine there s to it than the ability to match words Why pick and choose from other people s art instead of working on your own poems Since Paul Chowder is offered here as an example of an anthologist, lets take a closer look at him Paul is about fifty, he has published several well appreciated poems in literary journals and personal collections He s kind of burned out now, he hates teaching university kids, the muse is playing hide and seek in his barnsize den and he has a bad case of the procrastination blues Oh, and his girlfriend Roz has just left him because he seems unable to make the slightest effort to write a louzy introduction to his soon to be published anthology of English Poetry The dirty secret here is that Paul may have, deliberately or subconsciously, provoked this crisis Poets, artists in general, exist in an atmosphere of conflict and pain To misquote Tolstoy happiness is boring, unhappiness is a storyPoetry is controlled refinement of sobbing We ve got to face that And if that s true, do we want to give drugs so that people won t weep No, because if we do poetry will die The rhyming of rhymes is a powerful form of self medication All these poets, when they begin to feel that they are descending into one of their personal canyons of despair, use rhyme to help themselves tightrope over it Rhyming is the avoidance of mental pain by addicting yourself to what will happen next It s like chain smoking you light one line with the glowing ember of the last Everytime I was tempted to consider Paul Chowder a bit of a clown singing for his supper, I was pulled back by these accounts of intense anguish and pain, both personal and historical It appears that most of the poets considered in the study have walked through the valley of the shadow of death, and a fair number of them have ended in suicide or in an insane asylum I guess it goes with the job description Don t chirp at me, ye birdies I ve had enough of that kind of chirpage It cuts no grease with me Paul Choder is engaged in a difficult balancing act between tragedy and comedy, sending me back to my opening analogy of a circus act or to the ancient masks of Greek theatre The two walk hand in hand, and the merit of Nicholson Baker is to make both the clown and the chorus of Fate sound equally convincing.For a guy who professes to hate teaching, Paul is surprisingly adept at holding the reader s attention and at presenting his themes in a captivating way, using wacky analogies and slipping in almost unnoticed some powerful metaphors as the punchlines of each of his essays chapters Paul is also good at making poetry personal, part of everyday life, good at conveying the underlying passion for his chosen subject and for his chosen career anthologist My life is necessary because I sustain the idea of poetry through thick and thin That s my job The rest of my review is a chowder of clams, crab claws and beautiful seashells mostly random tidbits I have bookmarked in the text when I came across an elegantly expressed idea, the name of a poet I want to know about, a fragment of verse that brings up fond memories, a funny way at looking at an established concept As such, they are a poor substitute for the real deal, but I hope they will encourage readers to check out this excellent anthology, fiction and non fiction, drama and comedy walking hand in hand.Another good quote I considered for opening my review shows Paul Chowder in his Master of Ceremonies at the circus disguiseLet s have a look at this poem Here it is, going down You can tell it s a poem because it s swimming in a little gel pack of white space That shows that it s a poem All the typography on all sides has drawn back The words are making room, they re saying, Rumble, rumble, stand back now, this is going to to be good Here the magician will do his thing Here s the guy who s going to eat razor blades Or pour gasoline in his mouth and spout it out Or lie on a bed of broken glass So, stand back, you crowded onlookers of prose This is the blank white playing field at Eton How else can we tell it is poetry Rhymes, of course, and Paul is one of champions of good rhyming, scolding most of the time the proponents of free verse Paul chowder, like the author Nicholson, has a strong background in music, and to both of them poetry is something that should be read out loud or sung, tap dancing to the rhythms of sounds, marking the pauses and the echoes of each wordPoems match sounds up the way you matched them when you were a tiny kid, using that detachable front phoneme They re saying, That way that you first learned language, right at the beginning, by hearing what was similar and what was different, and figuring it all out by yourself, that way is still important You re going to hear it, and you re going to like it It s going to pull you back to the beginning of speech Rhyme taught us to talk Rhyme is similar to the symmetry we find in plants and arhitecture, with the tonal scale in music, with the calls of birds in the forest, with the nonsense crooning of a mother putting her toddler to bed Trying to avoid rhyme is a modern fad that Paul traces back to Marinetti s Futurist Manifesto and to the influence of Ezra Pound I am not fully in agreement with Paul Chowder about the evils of modernism, especially since one of his targets is the popularity of haiku , a form of expression I actually love, but he makes a very good argument in favor of rhyme and meter And he is fair enough to recognize some of the best poems today are written in free verse Paul s own poems are mostly free verse, by his own admission He calls them flying spoon poems I tried to translate in English one of my favorites, by Nichita Stanescu, as an example of what I like about the modern approachtell me, tell me truewouldn t you,if I were to catch you one dayand kiss the sole of your foot,wouldn t youstumble around for a whileafraid of crushing my kiss Can anybody be a poet The easy answer is that yes, especially if you are young and you want to impress a new girl with how sensitive and romantic you truly are or how well you can quote from your favorite poet What about older men, disillusioned men, cynical men who have seen too much of the world and of the publishing industry in particular Paul s writer block and prolonged procrastination may be a symptom of getting old, of having nothing especially interesting to say, of being burned out by his previous efforts He quotes Amy LowellPoetry is a young man s job What a frighteningly true thought Poetry is like math or chess or music it requires a slightly freaky misshapen brain, and those kind of brains don t last Say you want to be a poet How will you go about it Start by reading a lot, of course, but sooner or later you have to get down and put some effort into itYou can t force it If it isn t there you can t force it Then I thought You can force it My whole life I ve been forcing it You throw yourself against the weight of the massive sliding door to the barn, that does not want to move, and you lean and you wag your hips and you haul on the metal handle, and you strain, and you grunt, and you point your face at the sky and say bad wrds, and it starts to move and rumble, and then it moves a little easily, and then a little easily still, and finally, the barn door is open wide enough that you barely fit through, taking care not to scrape your back on the broken off lock flangeor, if your fountain of inspiration is dry, you can at least recommend to others the things you love and the authors that deserve praise My favorite passage in the whole novel is such a reference, about the right priorities in life She bought three things a bar of soap, a new fountain pen, and a bottle of whiskey And then she still had two dollars and fifty cents left over, after buying these three things the pen to write poems with, the bottle of whiskey to drink in order to write the poems, and the soap in order to take on the world as a newly clean, thinking, feeling poet She weights whether she should buy some fancy food, but no she remembers a certain recently published anthology that she d heard good things about An anthology edited by Auden and Garrett, The Poet s Tongue So she rushes over to the Holiday Bookshop And I bought the damn thing, she says And she writes some of her best poems after this point Including the first stanza of Roman Fountain This is probably the best, happiest moment of her poetic life, right here, while she s writing the letter to Ted Roethke, knowing she s got new poems waiting inside her.In fact the letter may be better than any poem she wrote, though she wrote some good ones But we wouldn t be interested in reading the letter unless she s written the poems So once again it s terribly confusing You need the art in order to love the life And you need to love life in order to create art Her name is Louise Bogan and she is one of the many names I have added to my wishlist after reading Nicholson Baker s novel How could I not love somebody who would spend her last dollars on buying a new book Another name to check out later is Elizabeth Bishop, an artist who can look at a fish and see the whole of existence reflected in its cold eyes Paul Chowder is one of her championsYou have to return reality to itself after you ve struggled to make a poem out of it Otherwise it s going to die It needs to breathe in its own world and not be examined too long She knew that The fish slips away unrhymed Why is it easier to read poetry than prose One argument offered by Paul, besides the one about rhyming taking us back to the first lessons in language and meaning, is thisOne thing I really like about books of poems is that you can open them anywhere and you are at a beginning I guess the same applies for short story collections and for those big fat science fiction and fantasy anthologies There s no excuse for not dipping your feet in, finding a book of poems on the library shelves and trying one or two out for size, to see if they will fit your mood The trouble starts often when you try to make the transition from reading to writing, and here s where Paul Chowder is the most vulnerable, the most truthful, the least sarcastic or pedanticYou can start anywhere That s the thing about starting If you start, you re in motion If you don t start, you re nowhere If you stop you re nowhere I have reached a crisis where I don t know where to start It s arbitrary I wish I were happy in a disciplined way Happy in a nondespairing way I wish that I could spill forth the wisdom of twenty years of reading and writing poetry But I m not sure I can Let s call his current status enjambment It s a technical term from poetry, one of the discoveries of those pesky modernists although it was in use by many poets before the twentieth century, like Miltonenjambent is incomplete syntax at the end of a line the meaning runs over from one poetic line to the next, without terminal punctuation Lines without enjambment are end stoppedsource Wiki Paul hates enjambment, most of the time, because it breaks the musical rhythm that he loves so much Paul finds appeal in the popular songs from Broadway musicals that some people call the Great American SongbookI ve locked my heartI ll keep my feelings thereI ve stoked my heart With icy frigid air He gives credit here to Marilyn Monroe, but I think she only played the tune, not wrote it Anyway, the point was that poetry is music it should sing It should entertain you, like the light verse of Newman LevyIf you stick a stock of liquor in your locker,it is slick to stick a lock upon your stockOr some joker who is slicker s going to trick out of your liquorThough you snicker you ll feel sicker from the shock Who is the best poet to illustrate the musicality of rhyme and meter In Romanian language, I would recommend Ion Minulescu, a Symbolist According to Paul Chowder, we should take a closer look at SwinburneIf you were queen of pleasureAnd I were king of painWe d hunt down love together,Pluck out his flying feather,And teach his feet a measure,And find his mouth a rein If you were queen of pleasure,And I were king of pain Here s a singular critical note, like an observation than a valid complaint Paul Chowder doesn t claim to write here a comprehensive study of poetry He narrows down his focus to the last two centuries and to the English language Poets writing in French, Spanish, Latin, Japanese, etc are mostly ignored Free verse is mostly ignored, because Paul s anthology is mostly about the rhyming of English poems and the private lives of some of these poetsThere were thousands of beads in tiny plastic cells, and I was amazed by the choices, the profusion of possibilities It was like being a poet in that you had indivisible units that you could string together in certain rhythms You can t alter the nature of a given bead, or a given word, but you can change which bead you choose, and the order in which you string them on their line Some poets are gloomy and downbeat, some are wild and raucous, some dreamy, some fiery You can compare poetry to music, to arhitecture, to nursery rhymes, to the thrilling of birds, even to a row of colourful plastic beads in a necklace It all comes down to saying that poetry is life, in all its innumerable forms Looking at all the suicides and depressions among poets will give you the wrong impression about the art formDeath is really a small part of life, and it s not the part that you want to concentrate on, because life is life and it s full of untold particulars Spending your life concentrating on death is like watching a whole movie and thinking only about the credits that are going to roll at the end It s a mistake of emphasis Should I try to bring my review to a conclusion I m not sure how I lost the thread of my thoughts many paragraphs ago, if ever there was one to follow Maybe it s better to read my lines like an anthology or a collection of poetry start anywhere you like, in the middle, at the end or at the beginning Paul Chowder will be waiting there to hit you over the head with a rhyme or two But what was the point of the exercise Is rhyme better than free verse or not I ll throw the ball back to you, Paul It was a mistake to supress rhyme so completely, a mistake to forget about the necessary tapping of the toe, but it was a useful mistake, a beautiful mistake, because it taught us new things It loosened people up and made other discoveries possible This, my first novel by Nicholson Baker, did just that showed me a lot of new, intriguing possibilities and paths though the wilderness Here are a few names I wrote down, a rich haul Sara Teasdale, Louise Bogan Roman Fountain , Ted Roethke, James Fenton The Vapour Trail , John Berryman, Mary Oliver, Bill Merwin, Elizabeth Bishop The Fish , Swinburne, Newman Levy light verse , Snodgrass, Kunitz, Nemerov, Moss The closing line I will also borrow from Paul, to thank the author for opening my doors of perception a little wider Suddenly, there is lots to read and I am at peace with the world Darn there s still one quote from Paul that I would hate to misplace Will I ever become a writer myself Like any rookie I asked once an author where does he gets his ideas in my defense of poor interview skills, I was nineteen, and I was writing short sketches and free verse in notebooks I ll put Paul s answer in spoiler brackets, because I hope you will get to it the right way, reading from page one to page last of this novel view spoiler Well, I ll tell you how I ask a simple question I ask myself What was the best moment of your day The wonder of it was, I told them, that this one question could lift out from my life exactly what I will want to write a poem about hide spoiler (((FREE DOWNLOAD))) ↼ The Anthologist ☊ The Anthologist Is Narrated By Paul Chowder A Once In A While Published Kind Of Poet Who Is Writing The Introduction To A New Anthology Of Poetry He S Having A Hard Time Getting Started Because His Career Is Floundering, His Girlfriend Roz Has Recently Left Him, And He Is Thinking About The Great Poets Throughout History Who Have Suffered Far Worse And Deserve To Feel Sorry For Themselves He Has Also Promised To Reveal Many Wonderful Secrets And Tips And Tricks About Poetry, And It Looks Like The Introduction Will Be A Little Longer Than He D Thought What Unfolds Is A Wholly Entertaining And Beguiling Love Story About Poetry From Tennyson, Swinburne, And Yeats To The Moderns Roethke, Bogan, Merwin To The Staff Of The New Yorker, What Paul Reveals Is Astonishing And Makes One Realize How Incredibly Important Poetry Is To Our Lives At The Same Time, Paul Barely Manages To Realize All Of This Himself, And The Result Is A Tenderly Romantic, Hilarious, And Inspired Novel How true it is a poem should rhyme For who among us prefers lemon to lime Baker defends the rhyming verse, in prose both chaste and terse Paul Chowder discusses meter, rests and beats but he s no bleater, pest or Keats For those au fait with his minimal writings, buy this today for liminal sightings Who says poems should be lucid Why, that s all froems and booshid So let s go Erudite essays on Fenton, Teasdale and Millay, so good you should buy it to day Can I keep this up for the whole review I almost certainly can, but that I will not do Baker is such fun he s my number one STOP IT , I love his quirky blirky fun STOP IT NOW , and this one s a bun of fun under the hot July sun SHUT UP I like Nick Baker He s not a Quaker. This is a very humorous exploration of the world of poetry The narrator is such a well crafted character that the reader must remind him or herself occasionally that s he is not reading Nicholson Baker s autobiography Instead we have the diary of a wimpy writer, Paul Chowder, who is stuck in a rut and can t seem to climb out Faced with the task of writing an introduction to an anthology of poetry, Paul will do almost anything to avoid the chore He helps the neighbours, whines about the fact that his girlfriend Roz who couldn t stand all the procrastination has left him him, or sits in his barn letting his thoughts rove hither and yon Interlaced with all this gripping human drama are eccentric and sometimes very astute reflections on versifiers and their verse This seems to be one of those books that readers either loved or hated Even though I m not steeped in the world of poetry, I loved this novel. This book is a plum Nicholson Baker has written a totally amazing book that everyone should rush out and buy immediately I do not say these things lightly Let me start again, to give this book its just review Is it possible for a book to be better than any graduate poetry seminar and still be hilarious Yes, and the book that accomplished that is The Anthologist It s an unlikely combination, but when completed to borrow a back of the book blurb writer s analogy it s like having witnessed a magic trick Just how did Baker do that Just how did he take his readers deep into the heart of the world of poetry and make it so idiosyncratic and entertaining all at the same time This novel begins with Paul Chowder, an unlikely hero in any case Paul s got two problems One, he s supposed to write an introduction to an anthology of poetry, and he s plagued by writer s block He can t even muster up any energy to write a flying spoon poem despite an inch thick folder of ideas Paul s second problem is his girlfriend, Roz, who s just left him because she can t take the non writing any longer.Then there is the ever daunting realization that the world is full of struggling poets, and he s not getting any younger He s hanging on by a thread, living off his credit card and spending his days cleaning his office He s had poems published, he taught university English and quit He s a man of the world, but he lives in his own head most of the time.To give just a small taste of this delicious novel, here s his reaction to not seeing his poem in The New Yorker yet again And I ll flip through the new issue, walking back from my blue mailbox, hunting for the poem he chose over mine, and it ll be the same thing as always The prose will have pulled back, and the poem will be there, cavorting, saying, I m a poem, I m a poem No, you re not You re an imposter, you re a toy train of pretend stanzas of chopped garbage Just like my poem was There are endless diatribes on poets, poetry, and the insider s game of getting poetry published There s the battle between rhyme and free verse There s Paul smashing up his fingers as he slips on the stairs or cuts up bread It s all mixed together like the first salad of summer, with just picked vegetables from the garden It s delicious and satisfying and when you are done with the book, you realize that it was actually good for you too Don t tell anyone but there s an endless amount of scholarly knowledge in there Yet the reason to buy this book did I say immediately is that you are unlikely to find such a wonderful treasure of a novel elsewhere, a book that will perk up your reading hours, that will make you laugh and shake your head, and root for the unlikeliest of poetic heroes, Paul Chowder.Don t miss it. I was good at what I did And what I did was drive to poetry readings Can you beat that for the ironic curve of a voice, flat out convincing, accurate and yet a ringing subversion of one sentence by the following sentence The narrator, Mr Chowder, has a fear of teaching similar to Elizabeth Bishop s No, no, no, no, no I can t teach It killeth me Those nice kids stunned my brain I ll never recover from that year My own dear students were destroying I for me And then, the taste, so many fine critiques, say, Walt Whitman s preacherly ampersands or of Mark Strand, exceedingly good looking A real Charlton Hestonian face, one of those hellishly handsome poets James Merrill was anotherJ Crew models before there were J Crew models Of Ashberry s Self Portrait in a Convex Mirror, award studded I d tried to read it a few times and failed It s arbitrary It reads as if it s written by a cleverly programmed random phrase generator Or as Alan Powers puts it in his forthcoming Parodies Lost, something jaunty, uncapitalized,asyntactic at the least, the best.For this, he knew just the voice, urbaneWith insouciance, juicy and wasted,not to be believed, a street wise guy,the Voice of the Village He tried this, Had you noticed the primaveraas you came through the loggia Goback and look I say, seated Manyhave missed the cotillion But I wishthem well from the alley or first floor.It is never too late for the opera.It is always too late for the Big Bang His verse grew vast, urban, Ash buried,soot footed, exhaustive and converted, Take one measure of writer s block, add an equal measure of a longtime lover lost, mix in the mind of an intelligent self deprecating, funny, out of sorts and out of fashion poet and get one of the best books I ve read this year It helps if you like poetry There are a lot of references to poets and poetry gossip But it s all written with such ease and grace that the nonpoetry reader can still just sail through Sad, funny, and wonderful. Paul Chowder is a minor poet and a perennial procrastinator Although recognized at one time for a few brilliant poems, he has waned from the public eye He is given the opportunity to resurrect his name and his bank account by writing an introduction to an anthology of poems, but he dawdles and delays the project Paul spends his days reflecting on his career the recent departure of his girlfriend, Roz who left him due to his dilatory ways the need to organize his office his neighbors and the mundane He provides a stunning and critical analysis of select poetry and other poets, but continually fails to write his introduction He waxes whimsically on the suicides of depressed poets, such as Sarah Teasdale and Vachal Lindsay, and vilifies Ezra Pound and T.S Eliot for their antisemitism He makes a tidy space near his pillow for the poetry of Mary Oliver, who he cherishes.To rhyme or not to rhyme He probes and ponders the fine points of meter and the minutiae of quotidian distractions, and continually obstructs his own forward momentum He resorts to lengthy rambling and self flagellation, yet his constant need for approval is disarming This story is narrated like a memoir written by a rueful humorist teaching us the power of verse It is a droll and touching examination of a consummate lyric scholar who happens to be a stubborn boondoggler.I came away from this book with a renewed vigor and love for verse Through Paul s extolling of meter and rhyme, his preoccupation with the definition of iambic pentameter, and the virtues of almost every aspect of verse, I received a revitalized education on the art and aesthetics of poetry He contemplates the meaning of various poems without dislodging the reader s own sense of discovery He leads you to the brink, but you get the satisfaction of plumbing the poignancy with him It never comes off as pompous His fertile eloquence, as he shares his shuddering love of the immediacy of Elizabeth Bishop s poem, The Fish, left me breathless and aroused a poem that never had any particular effect on me before.Baker s protagonist expounds on what Horace really meant by carpe diem That sentiment, according to Paul, has been misinterpreted for years, yet the veneration of those two words and its permanence in our culture is dependent on its very misconception That notable paradox, and the fecundity of Bishop s poem, typify the fetching delight of this novel The Anthologist is brimming with poetic enchantment The loitering, melancholy journey of Paul Chowder and his sublime salvation through meter and verse is smart, beguiling, and tenderly irresistible. Well, this may be the most delightful book I have read this year Paul Chowder s life isn t going particularly well Sometime poet and current anthologist, he is struggling to write an intro to his anthology of poetry,Only Rhyme But his chronic procrastinating has left him without a girlfriend, without cash, and, it sometimes seems, without hope Paul longs to win Roz back by completing the intro, but instead he seems to spend a lot of time sitting on his driveway in a plastic chair.But Paul is not your ordinary embittered failure In fact, he is neither embittered nor a failure just a genuinely kind and sincere fella who still gets pretty wound up when he s talking about poetry His first person narrative is funny, humble, sweet, and rambling because he can t talk long without telling you something pretty neat about poetry, about meter, about enjambment or Edgar Allen Poe or Swinburne or what a good idea it is to to dance about in waltz steps to iambic pentameter.Nicholson Baker really That s really his name has a marvelous gift for putting words together in such a perfect way that you think they must have been born to be placed just so I loved this Let s have a look at this poem Here it is, going down You can tell it s a poem because it s swimming in a little gel pack of white spaceAll the typography on all sides has drawn back The words are making room, they re saying, Rumble, rumble, stand back now, this is going to be good Or this When I look at the lives of the poets, I understand what s wrong with me They were willing to make the sacrifices that I m not willing to make They were so tortured, so messed up I m only a little messed up I m tortured to the point where I don t sleep very well sometimes, and I don t answer mail as I should Sometimes I feel a languor of spirit when I get an email asking me to do something Also, I ve run up significant credit card debt But that s not real self torture Paul s passion for poetry keeps this narration from sinking into greyness it stays funny, lively, and fascinating throughout, until I wanted nothing than for Paul to win back his short, loving, generous Roz and finish that damned intro Plus, he healed a long standing wound in me by pointing out that iambic pentameter is not on five beats, but six or three, WHICH I TRIED TO TELL MY ENGLISH TEACHER IN HIGH SCHOOL but she wouldn t listen Lovely, lovely book And the cover is beautiful, too. E andata pi o meno cos qualche sera fa entro in un locale e mentre aspetto prendo da una pila di riviste un vecchio numero di Internazionale Lo sfoglio veloce fino alla rubrica dei libri di Hornby Parla proprio di questo libro, L Antologista, di un autore che non avevo mai sentito nominare E ne parla bene Il giorno dopo me lo procuro.E la storia di Paul che viene lasciato da Roz e quindi sta proprio gi In passato ha provato ad insegnare, senza successo, ha pubblicato una o due raccolte di poesie abbastanza per essere invitato a qualche congresso e sta quasi al verde Ora dovrebbe scrivere un introduzione ad una antologia di poesie per foraggiare le sue casse ma senza ispirazione Tra lavoretti domestici e momenti ordinari di una vita tutt altro che memorabile inizia quindi a raccontarci tutto quello che sa sulla poesia.Un sacco di parti sono illuminanti, semplici ed illuminanti Altre sono complicate ma ti dice subito di dimenticarle, servono solo a creare confusione Ci parla di rime, versi liberi, accenti, sillabe E richiama una bella quantit di poeti, per la maggior parte inglesi o americani L unico italiano del lotto Marinetti Ne esce una storia strampalata della poesia degli ultimi due secoli Una storia appassionata e poco conformista, come avrei voluto ascoltare al liceo.Tre stelle belle abbondanti 72 100